Yesterday, on February 17, it got to about 74 degrees in St. Louis.
There was nothing for it but to go to the zoo and Turtle Park.
Most of the animals were out, though the giraffes and a few of their brethren were in the antelope house.
And Ethan had to had to HAD TO climb on the big bug outside the insectarium even though I was so hungry it was taxing me to walk:
And I was having too much fun to take any photos other than those, really. Oops.
After a full morning and a surprisingly tasty and affordable zoo lunch we crossed over Hwy 40 to Turtle Park, and after driving that big fat diesel up and down and all around Dogtown looking for good parking which would a) accommodate the size of the truck and b) not involve dodging too much traffic, we finally settled on a little spot on Tamm and ran over to the park.
Ethan thoroughly freaked out a nice, albeit wasted hoosier crossing 40 with her open container on the pedestrian walkway by doing this:
He wobbled a little and her drunk self tried to rush forward to catch him as I stood there taking photos. I laughed and told her, “Don’t worry, he does that all the time, I’m so used to his antics they don’t faze me at all.”
And that’s true – in situations where most parents would be rushing forward to prevent a fall, I hang back and just watch. In fact, when he was running down the back of one of the turtles and I knew he was going to fall, I just watched him land hard and scrape his knees, then calmly remarked, “Well, see, that’s what happens. Guess you won’t be doing that again, huh?” I don’t know if that makes me a bad mom or one who is willing to let her kids take their falls and lumps and learn. Either way, so be it.
Anyway, the hoosier and I had a good laugh about it, she playfully called him a ‘little shit’ for scaring people like that, I agreed, and Ethan turned around and walked all the way back down the snake.
And for those of you who don’t know how long the snake is, here you go:
You know that feeling when there’s still a little chill in the wind but the sun warms you just the same? Yeah, that was yesterday. It was perfect. Here’s to a hurried spring.